Xiao Xia, after my father and mother separated, for about half a year, both of us lived a very abnormal life.

At that time, the relationship between Mom and Dad was very poor, and Mom responded to Dad's betrayal with anger and irritability, like a shrew. So Dad left. When he left, he also took the family's marriage certificate with him, because he said that without the marriage certificate, his mother could not file for divorce. Although it was later found out that Dad also took away other documents and details, including real estate certificates and so on. Mom is still willing to think that when recalling this paragraph, Dad's original intention was to keep Mom, not to grasp the initiative in battle. may fantasize about other people's attachment to themselves at the last moment, even if it is only a little bit of inertia, it is better than being disgusted to kick it away.

During that time, Mom and Dad neither met nor signed the divorce. It is not that each other is in a cold war or stalemate, but more of a kind of light as a feather to give up, to a greater extent than the cold war or stalemate, and they do not want to exert a little more effort for each other, and even think about disappointment and mental activity is laborious. We didn't think about repairing the relationship anymore, nor did we make the slightest concession, so coldly, calmly, we began the so-called separation life.

The time taken by this separation was extremely short compared to any other story my mother had ever heard. But its content is so wonderful that many fiction stories may not be designed to be so twisted.

Before I start telling this story, my mother would like to give you a rough description of her image in her marriage. When Mom and Dad were together, they were very old-fashioned, with almost no friends of the opposite sex, and no personal friends at all except for colleague communication. I don't have much social activity on weekdays, and I like to stay at home by myself. Looking back now, I have to say that I was really a boring person at that time. And the female college students who have just joined the work, accompanied by love, travel, beauty and food every day, have a hedonistic and delicate appearance, compared with the monotony of their mother, their mother seems old-fashioned and unbearable. So Mom's inner thoughts now can actually understand your father's original choice.

But when Mom first found out that Dad had another belonging, she couldn't understand him. Mom's lack of charm for herself was not clear at the first time. For the sudden emotional derailment, my mother is still high, stereotyped and narrow-minded that it was my mother who gave my father too much sense of security and made him lose his position. At that time, my mother was still ruthless, saying that she wanted to be like her father, and began to make many friends of the opposite sex who were willing to stick a knife in both ribs and girlfriends of the opposite sex who talked at night, so that my father could experience what it was like to be despised and betrayed by his lover.

However, at that time, it was more of a gamble, and even his father himself said that when he was with his mother, and when his mother was so decisive, he still felt that his mother couldn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Who would have known, such an evaluation stimulates my mother like a war book. Why do others have long since left, but I have to stop where I am. Why is it that he has betrayed me, but he can still say without shame that he is destined to eat someone like me. And why can't I step out of my own painting as a prison? Although she was indignant, her mother knew that her stable marriage in the past few years had turned her into an isolated person. It's not easy to suddenly be full of friends and elated. Mom doesn't even know where to start. What's more, I know that this is just a play for others, and it is meaningless in itself.

However, this humiliated seed precipitated in my mother's heart. was despised by his lover, charm, and strength, which made his mother's self-esteem level fall into negative value. This kind of boring goodness, under the superposition of damage, contributes to the sacrifice of self-justification.

Xiao Xia, the following story itself is almost a life sketch that is not worth commenting on. But it is mixed with conspiracy theories and emotional madness, and it manages to process itself into a repertoire. And because of the entanglement of interests, this sketch is getting bigger and bigger like a snowball, and even becomes an adult fable, telling us that the naivety or impulsiveness after entering the adult world will bring a real practical price.

About halfway through this separation, my mother had a new relationship. This relationship was originally a love affair that was resisted by my mother from the beginning and was destined to end early, but because of my father's participation, it became a wonderful and exciting life experience, and even became a cornerstone in my parents' marriage story, a tombstone that finally ended the marriage and was immediately.

But the reason why this relationship was elevated sounds extremely simple. That is, my father didn't know when he installed a pinhole camera at home, even in my mother's toilet, and the coverage was without any dead ends. So this simple love episode has become a mysterious story like a business card, an empty room, which opens up at least three perspectives, and the bright and dark lines are intertwined, which is wonderful.

Mom's main character's perspective, another person's supporting role's perspective, and Dad's prying perspective. The imperceptible pinholes examine reality and ideals, as well as dialogue and action. Dad's feelings may be complicated and tangled, or cold and full of ridicule, Mom can only guess.

The curtain opens, and the spotlight shines in the center of the stage, forming a huge point of light. Mom stepped out of the darkness into the aperture, and black shadows reflected under her eyes and nose. The light was strong, and the mother's face was alluded to and changed shape, like an inverted triangle. The light gathered in the middle of the forehead is the strongest, and the slight movement of the forehead can see the forehead tattoo beating.

Mom wanted to say and stopped. He raised his head and immediately lowered his head. Two strings of tears did not flow down his face, but a whole string smashed directly on the stage.

There is no music. The spotlight didn't flicker.

Mom squatted down, clasped her hands on her knees and sobbed. The more I cried, the louder I became, the whole person was shaking, my hands could no longer be held, and I was holding on to the floor. Suddenly, my mother was on her back, kicked her legs, and lay on the stage. Immediately after, against the ceiling, Mom began to curse. Foul language is continuous, and it cannot be cut off.

The light in the middle of the stage zooms in and out, and the halo is like a candle in the night. When the light spot is magnified, you can see a person standing in the depths of the stage with his hands in his trouser pockets. When the spot shrank, the man hid in the darkness again.

Mom kept scolding, scolding, and suddenly choked on herself and started coughing. At first, he was lying flat and coughing, then he turned sideways and curled up in the shape of a worm, coughing up more tears than he had just come out.

I told you that no one can stand your temper. You're not normal.

The man in the darkness shouted. That's Daddy's voice. After speaking, I heard his footsteps leaving the stage, powerful, but also a little dragged, and it felt like a very loose and unruly footsteps.

The spot narrows and focuses on the mother. The cough gradually decreases. Slowly, the coughing stopped.

The spot disappears. The stage was pitch black.

The backlight slowly lights up, and the entire stage is illuminated. There are no props. My mother in the center of the stage is no longer there.

On the side of the stage, there was a man and a woman, the man was very young, and he looked left and right a little coldly. The woman's short hair is relatively calm, but she also looks left and right. The boys and girls stand very close. Mom came on stage from the other side of the stage, which was very different from just now. Wearing an ironed and smooth dress, her hair is long and full, she is wearing makeup, she is beautiful, and her steps are brisk. Mom walked up to the girl's back and patted her gently. When the girl turned around, the boy followed suit. Mom laughed and patted the boy on the shoulder from the front. Then the mother took the girl's hand and began to run slowly like a butterfly on the stage, jumping as she ran. In this way, he ran from one end of the stage to the other with a smile, his hair and skirt were flying. The boy watched the two girls run close and far, turned to look, looked from one side to the other, and then turned again, his eyes following them. As he passed by, he suddenly grabbed his mother's other hand and ran along. The three of them burst into laughter.

Mom pulled the two of them, running around the stage and stopping and laughing. Slowly, the three of them stopped, and the boys and girls all looked at their mothers. Mom smiled and didn't speak. Stand still, then the mother let go of the hands of the two people, turned around and hugged the girl. There was silence on the stage for a while, and the boy looked at the two men. Mom let go of the girl, turned around, pulled the boy up, and ran with him to the center of the stage. The background lights on the stage gradually went out. The light spot re-illuminates the center of the stage. Mom's hand holding his hand, now together. Mom's face is facing the front, and there is a black shadow under her eyes. The boy looks at his mother with a side face, and the side face is completely illuminated. Mom suddenly laughed, turned her head, approached the boy, and hugged him. The boy responded immediately, and the two laughed while hugging each other.

Slowly, the boy stopped smiling, and he gently stroked his mother's back with his hand, like holding a cat. Mom rests her head on the boy's shoulder and closes her eyes. The boy began to gently pat his mother on the back, as if to coax her to sleep. Mom started humming.

Suddenly, Mom stopped. Open your eyes, lift your head off the boy's shoulders, frown, and purse your lips. Then he pushed the boy away hard.

You go, Mom looked at him and said.

The boy stood still and did not move. Mom squatted down, hugged her knees with her hands, and began to cry. The boy stood, then turned around, took a few steps, and stopped. With his back to his mother, he paused for a moment. He looked back at his mother. After a while, he came over, crouched down, and hugged his mother like a ball.

Mom continued to cry. The crying grew quieter and quieter, and she rested her head on the boy. The boy pulls mom up. They hugged each other tightly. Mom touched the boy's head with her hand, and her fingers were all in the hair. The boy said that when he was a child, he slept flat on his head. Mom looked up at him. Look seriously, from the forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, everywhere. The boy looked at his mother firmly at first. Mom didn't talk all the time, she kept watching and watching. The boy's eyes gradually drooped.

The spotlights in the center of the stage gradually dimmed, and the background lights became brighter and brighter. The spotlights went out and the whole stage lit up. Mom and boy stand on an empty and bright stage.

Mom let go of the hand holding the boy and took a step back. The boy reached out to take his mother's hand, but the mother withdrew her hand behind her back and continued to face him and step back.

Mom stopped, and the distance between the two of them was not enough to hug. The two men looked at each other. Mom's expression was confused. The boy looked at his mother, at first expectant, then confused, and then a little anxious.

Both of them made the next move at the same time. The moment the mother stepped forward, the boy turned around. The boy walked off the stage, and his mother took back the leg that had stepped out.

The backlight gradually dimmed. The spotlight is back on. In the center of the stage, my mother squatted down, her face not buried, but looking ahead, with no expression on her face.

On the curtain bra.

The curtain opened, and the stage lights were on. One corner of the stage is a boy, in the center of the stage is a mother, and the other corner of the stage is a father.

Mom was dressed in professional attire, and her hair was coiled. Mom looked firmly ahead. The boy looked at his mother, then at his father, and so on several times. The boy turned and walked off the stage. Dad kept looking at Mom and didn't see the boys. Mom unzipped the professional wear from behind with her hands and took the skirt off, leaving only the underwear. Mom turned to Dad. Dad watched Mom come all the way, and when Mom walked in front of him, Dad turned his head to the side and didn't look at Mom. Mom stepped forward and took Dad's hand, and the two of them walked off the stage together.

The stage lights dimmed and went out.

The spotlights are lit up and the aperture is gathered in the center of the stage. Mom was wearing underwear, squatting on the ground, curling her head on her knees, sobbing. The boy emerges from the darkness and walks into the circle of light. He crouched down and hugged his mother. Mom hugged him back. Mom hugged him and cried. The boy hugged his mother very firmly. The mother cried for a while and began to want to break free from the boy's embrace, but the boy wouldn't let him. The boy pulled his mother up, and the two stood close to each other. The boy hugged his mother tightly, and his mother cried and broke free, but she couldn't break free.

Suddenly Mom stopped crying.

The mother was quietly held, and her waving hand relaxed, and slowly placed it on the boy's back. The boy's nervous expression at first slowly became relaxed.

The two hugged each other, the mother started humming, and the boy smiled.

Suddenly, Mom stopped. Raising his head, he frowned, and bit down on the boy's shoulder. The boy yelled, pushed his mother away, and took a few steps back. Mom turned around and ran off the stage. The boy covered his shoulders with his hands and looked at his mother's back with a painful expression.

On the curtain bra.

The curtain opens. The spotlight is on. There is a sofa in the middle of the stage. Daddy sat on it. Dad lowered his head slightly, and his whole face was a shadow except for the top of his head. The laughter of two people came from a distance, it should be the laughter of a mother and a boy. Dad stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked around to the back of the couch. Dad stood in the middle of the back of the sofa, propped his hands on the backrest, and looked at the position of the sofa cushions. The aperture of the spotlight is narrowed, and it is fully focused on the position of the sofa cushion, and Dad becomes a dark shadow in the backrest position.

Mom and boy walk into the spotlight hand in hand, mom wearing only underwear and boy wearing a school uniform-like tracksuit. The two men laughed and sat side by side on the couch, staring at each other. The boy took his mother's hand, slowly stroked it from the palm of his hand, and then gently stroked his mother's face, hair, and back, and then took his mother into his arms. The circle of spotlights gets bigger and smaller, and it starts to go back and forth, forming a candlelight-like halo on the stage.

When the halo gets bigger, you can see Dad's head getting into the halo, the halo shrinking, and Dad's head retreating into the darkness, and so on. Mom and boy hugged quietly and didn't move. Only the father's head appears and disappears in the light above the mother's and boy's heads.

Mom closed her eyes, hung her head on the boy's shoulder, and began to hum. The boy patted his mother's back with his hand, gently. The boy stroked his mother's back with his hand and began to take off his mother's underwear. Mom is naked. The boy takes off his clothes. The boys are naked. Two people lay on the couch and hugged each other.

The halo continued to grow and decrease, shaking like candlelight. Daddy's head appeared in the spot of light and disappeared again.

Suddenly the halo no longer changed, and in the halo there was Dad's head, the middle section of the sofa, and the two lying on the couch, next to each other, naked part of the body. Dad looked up, his whole face in the light. Dad laughed, and his voice resounded across the stage.

On the curtain bra.

The last story was later used as a bargaining chip for the agreement, crumpled and pinched a little, and mediated.

If it had been a little earlier, the tone of my mother's story would not have been like this. When I first found out that I had been living under surveillance for a long time, I felt contempt, anger, fear, and mixed feelings. But now that I'm calm, I can calmly describe the details to you. Even the drama that I thought was simply crying and laughing at the beginning now feels a little lackluster. It's so mysterious, I can't draw words.